DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Newsies. The plot belongs to me. Any OCs that did not originate from moi belong to themselves respectively.

Prologue

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it at all. Now I could grasp the counseling sessions, because of my "low self esteem," which in my defense was about as true as Clinton not having an affair. I had great self esteem. I could even understand how I could get yelled out for now choosing an "appropriate or relevant topic," although, I don't see how much more relevant I could get. Writing a speech on how everyone was a loser was a perfectly acceptable thing to do. I mean everyone is a loser. Making me perform the speech in front of the entire student body is entirely different. I guess they figured that this alleged punishment would raise that pesky self esteem issue of mine. I don't think they counted on it turning out quite the way it did.

Racetrack smirked to himself as he stared up at the nerd on stage. What was his name again…Skunky or something, maybe Skibbles. He elbowed Mush who was laughing oddly next to him, "Who's he again." Mush scratched his head, "He's in my trig class I think, huddles in the corner, Sky or something?"

"Sky," Racetrack snorted, "You think the door would swing the other way for a kid like that."

"Probably," Mush said simply. Race laughed, "So what's this all about exactly?" Jack Kelly, well his real name was Francis but he got mad in fourth grade when people kept making fun or him; so, after threatening to kill all the kids like Jack the Ripper the name just stuck, turned around, "I think he's doing a speech or something."

I cleared my throat just like Ms. Medda. We had to call her Ms. Medda, or Ms. M or something because she was one of those women that get to a certain point in their lives and start to feel old. So in a vain attempt to keep their youth they dress like their teenage daughters and have a midlife crisis. Ms. M was like that except single. She hits on some of the boys from time to time and it's rather creepy, I think there's a hidden pedophile in her wanting to come out, you should have seen the way she went on about Les Jacobs.

Ms. M tapped on the microphone lightly, "Can everyone hear me? Hello? Hello?" There was a horrible screeching noise that made everyone cringe. She tapped again, "Can you hear me now?" There was a pause, "Good. Well, today we have a very exciting speaker, your very own classmate Sky Lovell." I leaned over and mumbled to her, "It's Skittery."

"Oh, right. I mean Skittery Lovell." You can't get much worse of a name then Sky Lovell, Lovell being pronounced Love – L. It was like one of those bad made for TV teenage pregnancy movies where the girl is so drugged up she names her kid Pookie or something. My mother on the other hand was "just trying to get in touch with nature." There was also a brief period of my life when my mom and I became nudists, or naturalists. I try to block out certain memories. 

"Mr. Lovell will be performing the speech he wrote for class, so please give him you undivided attention," She turned to me, "Mr. Lovell."

I stepped to the microphone hands sweating, fingering my note cards nervously. Inhaling deeply I began, "Everyone is a loser. Yes, even you."

A/N Well, there you have it folks, the prologue. Isn't it pretty? After taking a long break I re-evaluated a few things and now I'm back. This isn't my first fic, I'm just…starting over.

Casting Call:

Hey, if you think you're a loser I want you! (Rather Uncle Sam like isn't it?) Just tell me the usual appearance and you're lover, nickname and anything else you think I might want to read, and also please answer the following questions:

_______ is the root of all evil

Love is ______

The best things in life are _______

If a tree falls in the woods but no one is around to hear it does it still make a sound?

And most importantly…..

The stars at night shine big and bright *clapclapclapclap* deep in the heart of _______